After the devasting events of the so called "the end of world" in 2012, the planet evolves and a new divided society forms. In 2215, as natural disasters begin tormenting the planet once again, the new Earth inhabitants are about to learn that the events of 2012 may not have been a coincidence, forcing them to turn to untrustworthy 'allies' to help them against a new enemy.
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"Since the beginning of time this planet had
travelled through the ages. The Prehistoric age, Ice, Dark,
Middle and so forth. With each passing age the inhabitants
adapted, evolved to suit the new surrounds. Man being the
powerful, violent and adaptable of the species. Until the age of
Information. Things changed, as some had predicted the world
would end in the year 2012........ They were half right.

Late December of that year disaster struck.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, bush fires, landslides, cyclones, volcano
eruptions.....you name it, it happened. But the world did not
end, the planet had changed again, continents had separated,
merged to form new ones. A new world.... a new age. They called
it the age of Evil. Some human beings survived, so the race lived
on. However it also marked the dawn of a new creature which would
threaten that existence. Demonic beasts emerged, mans' worst
nightmares came to life.

As they seemed to have throughout the years, a new
race of man began to evolve - stronger, faster, more athletic and
agile. These new 'mutant' humans served as protectors for the
rest, as society began the slow rebuild. Two hundred years later,
in the age of Unity. Society was stronger more advanced than it
ever had been. The humans and the mutant race they dubbed
humanoids worked and lived together. There were no longer issues
with race or origin for they were all united against their
demonic foes.

Humanoids made up the majority their defence
forces, police, fire-fighters and so forth. Whilst the humans
generally ran the rest - the supermarkets, businesses, science
labs. Things seemed back on track, attacks by their enemies were
few and far between. Natural disasters were rarer then they had
been through any point in history and for the first time people
had all come to accept one another.

The year is 2215 and change is on the horizon once
again. Natural disasters are slowly becoming more regular. Whilst
reports of a new enemy from the skies. Uncertainty arose if
mankind could survive into the new age, if there was to be one.
So it is decided change is not acceptable, whether a new age or
the end of the world. They could not sit by and do nothing. So
how do they survive the disasters - and a new alien
opponent?

My name is Cacus. My own existence on this world
is under serious question, am I a new hope or an abomination of
god. I am however a crucial component in the awakening of the new
world. Should it be changed for good? Or for evil?......well I'm
yet to decide..........."

1 -"New Enemies or New Friends"

The year was 2014. Hail poured heavily down from
the pitch black night sky, while the wind blew violently. An all
terrain carrier vehicle blasted along hard sand covered surface.
The grey armoured vehicle was large but well with two large thick
tyres, one at either end. Inside was a small military group of
humanoids, off to investigate strange sightings.

In charge of the unit was a towering man, with
thin balding white hair and thick bushy eyebrows. His nose was
bent, having been broken so many times, his skin pasty and
covered with blemishes. While like all humanoids his eyelids were
on the sides of his eyes, rather than above and below. Their
hands were seven fingered and webbed much like their feet and
toes. "Commander Wevir, we're nearing the sight," the driver
called out from the inter-com.

"Acknowledged," the leader replied before
signalling to his lieutenant to ready the rest. The lieutenant
was a younger female humanoid, a thin figure with blonde hair
tied back ever so tightly. She had all the usual humanoid
features but was easily distinguished from the others by a large
scar running down the right side of her face and the fact each of
her eyes was a different colour, one blue the other green. She
went by the name of Kara Luner.

The speed of the vehicle quickly reduced before it
came to a grinding halt. The hail had eased back but the rain was
still relentless. The team of armed soldiers scrambled out of the
carrier, itchy fingers placed over the trigger of their machine
guns. Thunder and lightning bellowed through the sky. They were
placed underneath a massive cliff, which was split in the middle
allowed some of the nearby ocean to trickle in forming a shallow
stream. Wevir signalled to his team to head into the towering
archway.

Since the changing of the earth in 2012 they had
become accustomed to battling demonic creatures and the like,
which they had named Chronadons, however this is not what they
were expecting to see on this fateful night. Wevir and Luner led
the troops deep into the archway, they walked far through twists
and turns, while the trickle of ocean seemed to get deeper and
deeper until it was up to their waists.

"Over there," came the sudden cry from one of the
soldiers. Everyone's' eyes darted over to the cliff wall. Sure
enough a tall dark brown figure could be seen. Spikes ran along
its back, a slender figure with sharp claws on the ends of its
fingers and toes. It's teeth sharp, forehead large while its eyes
were glowing red. It had not noticed the humanoids.

"What the hell is it? And what's it doing?"
whispered Andrew. The creature stood nearby what seemed to be a
crate of some kind. Green glowing crystals were inside. A device
in its hands crushed the crystals into a fluid which it then
injected into various parts of the cliff-face and ground beneath
the water. "Halt, stop what you're doing," Wevir shouted out. The
monster quickly reached for the weapon which was sitting on top
of the crate and fired a blast of yellow circular rings in their
direction.

It was well off target, but once the blast hit the
side of the cliff everything began to tremble. Rocks began to
fall from the top. "Fire, Fire," Wevir ordered. Every single
soldier began to fire their machine guns at the creature. It was
resilient and took many slugs, before finally falling to the
ground. Everyone took a moment to collect themselves, it appeared
to be dead. The rain began to ease, but the sound of thunder
rattling through the sky was still deafening.

The Earth began to shake and debris began tumbling
from the walls. "Oh, that's just great.....grab the body, grab
the crate and we'll head back to headquarters," Wevir
ordered.

December 13, 2215. A large alien spacecraft was
detected entering the solar system. It was a circular massive
machine and was armed to the teeth. Earth satellites tracked the
vehicle from the moment it was spotted by their radars right
until the moment it stopped just outside Earth's atmosphere,
where it came to a standstill and just sat without any attempt to
make contact. Three days later a troop of alien creatures
attacked a beachside village. The military responded, but it was
like sending lambs to the slaughter sixty soldiers went, seven
returned.

December 17. The large metal doors slide open at
World HQ, the top military research facility on the planet. The
seven survivors from the beach village attack trudged down the
long, bland corridors until they reached the meeting room.
Awaiting them were the army generals, world leaders and best
scientists and researchers on Earth.

Heading the meeting was Edward O'Riley the planets
current leader. "Commander Mark Wevir, please explain the events
of the Karnburry village attack."

"There's not much to explain, we'd gather
information twenty odd of these aliens had attacked the village.
Killing most but for some reason others were kept alive, captive.
We still believe that some may still be now as well. I led a team
of sixty soldiers in they jumped us before we knew what was going
on and as you can see the few survivors are all in this room,"
Wevir explained.

"We were no match for we're absolutely screwed,"
Hopper interrupted, before receiving dirty looks from all in the
room.

"We don't have enough experienced troops to fight
these things off, Mr. O'Riley. We could probably muster up
another twenty or so top class soldiers to go with the seven of
us, however everyone else hasn't had enough combat experience or
are rookies still in training," Wevir explained.

"How do we fight them? Humanoids are the most
powerful, skilful species on Earth and they are no match, but why
are they here?" O'Riley said with his pudgy face buried in his
hands.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news," said the
thin, grey haired scientist John Hadley, "but we think this could
be the start of the end. All the way back in 2012, just before
all the natural disasters that nearly ripped this planet apart
there were reports of similar occurrences. Of course after the
events nobody remembered, but satellites still took images of the
alien ship outside our atmosphere. Very similar to those we've
received in the last few days. We have tried to make contact and
they've replied with a single word........ Death. "

"Fantastic. So what do you think they are going to
do?" Luner asked.

"We don't know, we're not sure whether the aliens
were linked to the disasters it could be a coincidence," said
another scientist, the young blond haired Marcus Harn, "But we've
tried to hack their system through our satellites but we've only
got hold of one thing. A timer counting down to ten o'clock
exactly on December twenty six.......roughly the same time as the
mass disasters occurred in 2012."

"Well we need to find answers and we need to find
a way to fight them to get those answers," Wevir stated. The
great scientists and researchers of the room all looked around at
each other before Harn piped up, "we have a way to fight them,
numbers will be against us but we can fight the aliens with their
own resource."

He confused looks on everyone else's faces said it
all and Hadley continued to explain. "You know the green crystals
that you found in the alien container. Well we were able to crush
them down into a fluid, there was enough for eleven syringes. We
discovered that the chemical can create life, powerful life at
that up to five times stronger and more agile, athletic and so on
then a Humanoid. Life forms stronger then the aliens themselves.
We called the fluid Supercide. Unfortunately when injected into
existing life forms they are consumed by evil."

"So why was it pumping it into the Earth, and how
does it help us?" Hopper interrupted once again.

"I don't know the answer to your first question
but if we created our own life forms using the chemical they
could be born free minds. Able to make decisions and learn on
their own," Harn answered.

"Humanoids?" Luner asked.

"No....," O'Riley replied, "we would have to
create our own aliens, with what we learned from researching the
deceased body you brought to us, they are the only creatures that
could absorb Supercide and not be completely consumed by the evil
that exists within the chemical."

"I don't like the thought of putting our lives and
the fate of our planet in alien hands, I mean that's who we're
fighting against," Wevir said.

"We don't have much choice, we don't stand a
chance against them any other way, there are nine syringes left,
and we can create nine of our own aliens to help the humanoids.
If they turn against us we're no worse off, but they could be the
difference for our side if they don't," the scientist
explained.

"This just leaves a bad taste, I can't stand the
thought of this," Mark Wevir reinforced.

"Nonsense I've put millions of dollars into this
project and I trust my men have done the job properly," said
O'Riley, "how long would it take to grow these things into fully
developed life forms?"

Harn and Hadley both glanced at each other, their
faces covered with pride. "They're already developed aren't
they," said Luner. The scientists both glanced at each other,
nodded their heads and signalled for everyone to follow them.
They all began to trudge through the building corridors into
secure areas accessed only by key cards. "They're nearly two
weeks old," Hadley began to explain, "though they are still very
young and with an estimated life span of one hundred and twenty
years, they are physically ready to go. They've spent one day
training with weapons, one day learning Earth history and another
practising hand to hand combat. They've picked it all up
incredibly quickly, the only thing is that they are yet to define
themselves, learn who they are and what they stand for.......and
they can only do that on the outside world."

"What if they don't stand for the same things we
do," Hopper whispered to Luner, who was thinking the same thing
herself. Hadley continued, "Given the nature of supercide,
despite already possessing unbelievable ability we've also been
able to boost one certain ability or skill, if you will, to
create the ultimate team."

They reached a large steel door. Both Hadley and
Harn had their hand prints scanned and the massive door opened up
to reveal a row of numbered cells. By each secure metal door was
a small window. "Don't worry we can see them, they can't see us,"
Harn said. They approached the first cell. "Gaze you eyes upon
the team commander, the special skill we chose to boost was his
leadership skills. Strong and loyal he will keep this team
inline. His name is Arion," Hadley explained.

They all gathered around and peered through the
window to see Arion. Pacing around the room was a strong and
solid figure. His nose was large and flat to face, while his skin
was a pale beige colour and littered with scares and bruises.
Mouth filled with straight, sharp teeth. His fore-head was large
with two devil like horns on top. His shoulder blades were also
covered with spikes, with sharp claws also on the ends of his
fingers and toes.

"He doesn't look much like the aliens we've been
fighting," Luner said.

"No they won't, their bodies have adjusted for our
planet some of their features may look similar to beings already
living here," Marcus Harn replied.

"He sure is ugly," Hopper smirked, "doesn't look
to friendly either."

They moved onto the next cell where they would see
Cacus, who was a trim athletic figure. He had short, sharp,
flexible, sparkling white claws for fingers and toes. Two
menacing green eyes sat abroad a large mouth filled with shining
jagged, pointed teeth and between very large upright bat-like
ears. His rough, leathery skin was a light blue colour with a few
spots of grey.

"His agility is second to none his senses as sharp
as razor blades, he will be perfectly suited for stealth missions
and will be very hard to hit with fist or weapon," John Hadley
grinned. While kneeling in the middle of the empty bland cell,
Cacus' ears pricked and he slowly lifted his head to stare right
in the visitors' direction. "I thought you said he couldn't see
or hear us," O'Riley said.

"They can't, but Cacus can sense he's being
watched. He will be a real asset," Hadley answered with a smile
still spread across his face.

In cell three stood Cynocephalus, the sharp
shooter. His dark blue, thick plant like skin seemed to have
small snipped stems coming from various parts. His face resembled
that of a Venus fly-trap with small angry, staring yellow eyes on
the sides. Strong-thick orange toes and fingers extended from his
hands and feet, they were not bound by bone structure like the
rest of his body and could bend and twist in any
direction.

In the fourth cell they gazed upon the slender,
Dactyl. Smooth green skin with black tiger like stripes on his
back, arms and tail, his chest and stomach was a pale yellow
colour. He had reptile-like look about him including a long
skinny tail and long thin snout lined with clean straight white
teeth that most would be envious of. Small sharp, spikes ran
along his spine from the top his head all the way down to the
mid-section of his tail while a longer, even sharper one extended
from each elbow. He was the master of hand to hand combat as well
as being exceptional with hand held weapons.

Fenris occupied the fifth cell and he looked a
ferocious, strong hairy beast. His body was covered with thick
brown fur, while he had paws for feet. His face - the only where
his skin was exposed - was flat with red glowing eyes, large
nostrils but no nose and a mouth which had two rows of pointed
teeth. Two large ears extended from the side of his big head.
With his strength further enhanced by the Supercide chemical he
was the muscle of this alien team.

Next in line was Hydros the oddest looking of the
group. A large bill was his mouth on his bird-like face, while
oddly having a scruff of bright green hair at the top of his
head. He was another who had flexible claws for fingers and toes,
they were also webbed. His chest and belly a silver colour, while
his fish-like scaled skin was a sparkling purple. He was well
built with a lean, fit look about him. "His special skill will be
more then handy," Harn explained, "he is capable of operated any
vehicle in existence and those yet to exist he will be able to
learn very quickly."

Wevir and the other six soldiers all continued
shaking their heads and murmuring under their breath. These new
creatures looked far from trustworthy and would be very hard to
stop should they choose to turn. The proud scientists couldn't
take the grins from their faces, while Earth leader O'Riley was
just bemused and silent with disbelief.

The seventh cell contained Talos the saboteur, he
was second to none when it came to explosives and demolition. Two
large, curled ram-like horns sat on top of his large fore-head.
At the end of his short snout were a dog-like nose and his small
tooth-less mouth. His skin was pale white with black splodges
here and there. He had a short up-turned tail, his knees were
also bent in the opposite direction. His shoulders were broad and
arms quite muscular, while he also had long flexible claws for
toes and fingers they were rather blunt.

In cell eight was Strix who had an amphibious
look. His slimy toad-like skin was a light brown and covered with
warts particularly on his back. A frog-like face with crooked
human teeth came out of rotting gums. While his long slender toes
and fingers were webbed with sucker- like ends. Given his
slightly hunched body structure he hopped to move, rather than
walked like the rest. He was a strong swimmer and could breathe
under water.

Last up was Satori the shortest, ugliest member.
His off-centre mouth only opened on one side, while each puss,
covered eye was a different size - with the left much larger than
the right - he had no nose but large flared nostrils- these were
some of the features of his flat hideous face. Strands of stringy
bright red hair tried unsuccessfully to grow from his head. His
leathery skin looked completely warn out and was very wrinkled.
His toes were all joined together and while he was very stocky in
his build, he barley stood at five foot, by far the shortest of
the group.

"Disgusting, what's wrong with this one," Hopper
asked.

"Satori, didn't quite come out as planned," Hadley
explained, "he was our first attempt and as you can see didn't
develop as planned. He didn't gain the strengths the others did
and is no mightier than myself or Marcus. However his
intelligence, the strength we tried to enhance, is through the
roof so he may still come in some use."

"He looks like he's in pain," Luner said as she
stared at the hopeless looking creature.

"He is and always will be, but he's got a lot of
spirit," Hadley replied, "so you've seen them all....any
questions or thoughts?"

"Very observant, that is so we can keep track of
them. Where they are, all their vital signs and so forth," Harn
answered. "I've got one as well. Do they know they're aliens?"
Hopper butted in.

"No, and I think it is best we keep that bit of
information to ourselves," Harn snapped back.

"I'm still not sure about this," Wevir once gain
reinforced his opinion.

"Sir, there are questions that need answering.
These guys will find the answers, what is the worst that can
happen....they turn, we're screwed anyway so it won't make much
difference," Harn reinsured him.

"That's right, Wevir get yourself a team
ready.....I get the feeling we can't waste any more time," said
O'Riley who finally piped up, "As for these things suit them up
and send them in, we've got nothing to lose."

Mark Wevir and the other six survivors geared up
for battle. Andrew Hopper, Kara Luner, the old, bald veteran Gary
Nahas and the skinny tanned rake Jason Tanner were the humanoids
of the team. The other two survivors were humans Roger Quinn, a
chiselled muscular man and the slender, brunette Laura Oaks. They
all were dressed in the traditional camouflaged clothing and
armed with high-powered machine guns.

Meanwhile the Supercide team was being fitted with
their gear. They wore metallic grey armoured vests and shorts,
which had a slightly medieval look apart from the green glowing
seen coming from the joins of the suits. This was because the
last dregs of the Supercide chemical were pumped into the armour
making it particularly strong. Each suit was slightly different
varying on each alien to make room for exposed spikes or tails or
anything else that couldn't be squashed under the armour. Every
team member was armed with a machine gun which clipped onto the
back right shoulder of the suit, two pistols one clipped on each
hip, while Arion, Strix, Hydros, Fenris and Satori all had a
shotgun clipped onto the back left shoulder of their armour. The
rest all had a special weapon suited to them Cacus with a hand
held Gatling gun, Cynocephalus had a sniper rifle, Talos a small
grenade launcher and Dactyl had two slender slots on his back
left shoulder for two swords.

The humans and humanoids waited in the air hanger
by the helicopter they were about to board. "Alright guys, these
things will be down here soon. It's the seven of us and the nine
of them supposedly working as a team. However keep your eyes on
them, don't turn your backs on them. They aren't to be trusted,"
Mark Wevir warned them.

"So boss we're we off to?" Hopper slurred as he
chewed as noisily as he could on his gum.

"Back to Karnburry, we're supposed to find out
what the aliens want and also field test these so called
Chronisticks, but I want to make sure we get those prisoners out
alive."

The sliding entrance doors of the air hanger
suddenly shot open. "Remember keep your eyes on these guys,
they're armed with state of the art technology," Wevir once again
hissed to his troops. The nine Chronistick soldiers marched down
the stairway and down to the other warriors. Both parties stood
in a line opposite each other and there was silence in the room
as they all eyed each other off. "Gee these humanoids are ugly
looking things," Hydros smirked as he broke the silence, his
voice was rather high and nasally.

"Ha, your one to talk," Hopper snapped
back.

"Did I say you could talk back to me," Hydros
hissed.

"Try and stop me," the smart mouthed human
replied. Without any hesitation hydros unclipped one of the
pistols on his waist and pointed it straight in Hopper face, who
quickly replied in kind.

"Okay that's enough," Satori cried, "we're here to
work together. This doesn't help anyone there's no need to stir
the pot." He found it difficult to talk, the pain constantly he
felt could be heard behind each word. "How can you talk like
that?" Cacus growled, "Look at you Satori, their kind made you
like this."

After gasping for breath Satori answered, "Maybe,
but I wouldn't exist at all if they didn't." Cacus just shook his
head, he would rather not exist at all then live in the constant
pain Satori did.

"Enough you freaks," Luner ordered, "just get on
the helicopter we're wasting precious time." The Chronisticks
didn't take to kindly to the insults and there was plenty hissing
and growling as well as some not so pleasant replies, but Arion
quickly got his team in line and everyone boarded the
helicopter.